| How can you live in such a state?
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| Your mind is empty and you’re full of hate
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| The things you say and the things you do
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| Mark you down as a helpless fool
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| I know, I know, I know, I know
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| It’s gonna be all right through the night
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| Tomorrow comes and you’re full of shame
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| Oh baby! |
| You play the crying game
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| Aaaah…
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| Gonna be a long time baby
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| Before we get it sorted out all right
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| I’ll drag you off to Utopia, baby
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| We’ll end up heading south
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| I need, I need, I need to know
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| If you’re gonna do me right
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| If you do the things I ask of you
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| I’ll tell the world tonight
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| He he he he hee… All right
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| You do me right, you do me wrong
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| Tell me, where do I belong?
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| You do me up, you do me down
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| I accept it all without a frown
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| You live like a woman in a fantasy
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| Ha ha I admire you from my tree
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| You drain my life and you drain my brain
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| I end up running back again
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| I love, I love, I love the funny ways
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| Oh you throw me in a daze
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| If you ever left me woman
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| I’d destroy myself, sure as hell
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| Aaaah…
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| We’re gonna ride a slow train baby
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| And take all the whistle stops — oh yes we are
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| We’ll pull down the blinds while the carriage grinds
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| And the engine grunts and pops
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| Well there’s a city, Jamie cryin' 'bout the fussin' goin' on
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| So I’ll burn her Times to ash
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| Well there’s a lot to live but there’s a lot to give
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| Ready! |
| Steady! |
| Smash!
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| Alright! |
| Yeah! |
| Uh mmh!
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| You just got to be out of your head
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| When you say you’re good looking from bottom to top
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| Well I’ll be waiting, to give her the rent
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| When you pass 'til you say you want a sock hop
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| Well there’s a nightmare howling like there’s something going on
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| And it’s going to aim the pain
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| Oh, just like me he fell in love
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| Ah now he feels the pain
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| Aaaah…
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| Gonna ride a slow train baby
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| And take all the whistle stops — oh yes we are
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| We’ll pull down the blinds while the carriage grinds
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| Engine grunts and pops
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| Well there’s a city, Jamie cryin' 'bout the fussin' goin' on
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| So I’ll burn her Times to ash
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| And there’s a lot to live and there’s a lot to give
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| Ready! |
| Steady! |
| Smash! |